Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Darkness Come Too Early
I once hid a beautiful pair of diamond earrings so I wouldn't lose them. Sequestering them into no fewer than three tiny boxes, I put them in their final resting place. I say final because I have never seen them again. No Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbs for me -- like the good China that nobody ever uses, I didn't think I couldn't think of any occasion special enough to warrant them. I kept thinking that I would stumble upon my little friends one day and shriek with joy, but no. They remain as hidden as the heart, no construction paper cut-out, but a bloody fist heart, their edges and the subsequent loss sharp enough to cut glass.
In voodoo there are sorcerer's bottles that contain spirits of the dead, zombies if you will. Zombies in movies always have bodies but no free will -- only the desire to create more of themselves. But a real zombie, like a genie in a bottle, brings you luck and love. They once had a life, but they no longer have access to it because they are captured and surrounded by mirrors, jewels, sequins, scissors, and ornaments to weigh their souls down. Of course, we have these people too, but like in the movies, these women walk among us, weighed down by what has been lost more by our own hand, if not our souls, then some gleaming representation for which we have given a piece of them up.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The map makes itself; I follow, no choice, like exorcising the Darkness come too early." Robert Frank
Drinking movie suggestion: Let's Get Lost
Benedictions and Maledictions
61 Days until The Sopranos airs!